Dear Squeeza, Most times when I have $ex my v***** makes an embarrasing fart sound, this is preventing me from enjoying $ex as I am now self conscious. How do I stop this? Embarrassed Dear Embarrassed, I’m not an expert on $ex but sometimes this is caused by the vigorous actions and air that is …

It is the American computer scientist and futurist, Raymond Kurzweil, who brilliantly observed years ago that technology is a double-edged sword. When he made this statement, Kurzweil was responding to the question inferring that the rapid evolution of technology is corrupting people. In other words technology is bad for humanity. I have to admit it, …

I want to wear the summertime as a dress that drapes itself around my body and slowly infiltrates my soul one sunbeam at a time I want to live in the energy of growing things that reach up to the sky in search of a tomorrow or stardust to keep them satisfied I want to …

My suicide note contains no thank you note on its eventuality. Once I had calligraphed a poetic piece about the eternal beauty of sucide and the aesthetics of that so much loathed foe by the Abrahamic religions. Uttering of all those who had pinched the candlelight of their lives in brutal and others in tranquil …

It hurts Really hurts This pain is wrenching and gripping me inside as it grips me it also rips me apart. The pain I am holding in is hurting me continuously I keep trying to let it go but it holds me back The pain is gnawing me This pain is self inflicted I …

I know a ladybird with a colourful mind and flying soul. Rarely understood but never old. Masked in smiles but the world on her head, she’s her own mentor and idol. I know a ladybird that flys so high, her only competition is herself, reaching for the bright sun and sometimes missing her stars. I …

Things We’re Not Allowed To Talk About At Home: 1. The children my mother lost trying to bear a boy child for my father. 2. The perfumes and lipsticks stains on my father’s shirts. 3. Bhuti Zolile raped sisi Nocawe’s daughter when she was 1 years old. 4. My mother’s weeping at 3 …

Look through my eyes and see the sincerity of my soul. Kiss my lips and feel the warmth of my heart. Hold my hand and be mine forever. The spaces between my fingers are meant to be filled by yours. Like two pieces of a Love puzzle, our hearts tie together and beat in unison. …

The first ever funeral I remember attending was that of my mother’s. I was 10 years old then. My mother had died. Final diagnosis being double pneumonia. My mother had been living with HIV/AIDS, I found this out later in life. I watched my mom fight off illness after illness. Her last days on this …